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Let's go! Ha-ha, I am sorry for such a long introduction but I want attract your attention. O'key my impatient readers, we starting this history right now.....
Crossing was very-very boring! I couldn't imagine moving from one part of the world to another. I am serious. I moving from sunny und friendly New York in to capital shy and strick, punctual country.
My father is TV presenter. Every day for a last 10 years he permanently participates in some stupid shows. That shows never anybody watch, if you weren't more 70-th years or you suffer from deadly boredom. This show like 'we sell old garbage from luggage', 'the celebrity will answer provocative questions and receive her prize' or 'we will change your outfit if you just call us'.
You don't think that I am hate my father! He's coll and funny but... He hasn't other choice. The many TV company his no taken and not all agree participate in his shows. Even this 'the celebrity' are stars who filmed in four roles close-up or they played in the background, saying a maximum of two lines.
In last days, rather months, position my father has got worse and worse. His debts is grew and he understood that he couldn't pay my study in college. To pay for my college studies, my dad would have to take out another loan, and he really didn't want that.
My father came up with an idea call my mom. After long-long-long dialogues they decided that I'm moving in with her!
How this funny, you're not find?
With my mom I've been living for a few months now. My mom much more financially literate than my father. She is honored employee at work. And she can afford everything that I could not even imagine. There is one minus - this is her boyfriend.
Mom rents a three-story house. Ground floor is shared. That is kithen, living room, guest room, dining room and bathroom. The firth floor is completely her: her room, her study room, her library, she has balcony with beautiful garden views! And I live on the third floor right above the attic. On this floor there is my room, my private bathroom and that's it. I suspect she special rentes such a house and orderes floors so that we couldn't cross paths with her once again.
But.. I don't care. I have a house, she doesn't drive me away, she gives me money. I have never received parental love, so I do not ask much from her.
That's how we quickly went through my backstory. Now let's talk about the present.
And… I'm standing at the principal's desk right now. According to my mother I have to go to the nearest school and graduate as well and early as possible. It's easy to talk when you're out of school for a long time, right, mom?
The principal looked at my documents for a very long time. The school principal was an old peasant who was smoking a pipe in his mouth. Seriously, he seems to be addicted to tobacco and does not know that sometimes it is necessary to abstain. After looking through my documents and a written statement that I am a kind of 'exchange student' (I only need to study here for three years). But this does not mean that I will be given a lot of indulgences, I guess so.
The old man finished his smoking pipe and looked at me. He sighed: “[Your Name], why you want to enroll in our school?”
A typical question. O'kay, I know what I need to say in order to be approved! “I heard that this school is one of the prestigious schools in the area. I heard that there is excellent preparation for exams for further admission and a decent amount of knowledge, too. I will be very grateful to you if you accept me”
At the end of my speech, I bowed, as my mother taught me to do. In principle, she did not explain to me more, except for the basic rules of decency for every Japanese.
The director lit his pipe again and nodded to himself, most likely. He looked at the papers again where there was information about me everywhere. He collected all my data in one folder and got up from his seat to take it somewhere. When he came back, he handed me an album sheet (what?), where everything was written by hand.
I don't understand what this a sheet but I took it anyway and quickly ran over the contents with my eyes.
He saw my countenance and hastened to explain. “This is your plan at the this week. I hope you would like to study here with us. Our teachers and students always help you in any way. Welcome to the our school!”
He says this and warmth smile to me. I couldn't help smiling back. “Thanks you!” I thanked him and bowed 90 degrees, pressing the schedule to my chest.
This is how my story began.